Medusa: The (sort-of) Innocent
Hello, come on in, I've been expecting you. So what magazine are you writing for? The Framed? That is very interesting…. It's not every day I get visitors you know. So; you want my side of the story? Well, OK.
It all started a few millennia ago. I was a beautiful young girl; a priestess in Artemis's temple. One day, as I was refilling the water jug, I came across a beautiful man. Of course, having pledged my life to Artemis, I was not allowed to have boyfriends and what not, but gods, was he wonderful. I asked of his name; but he did not reply, only smiling. So I asked him other things; like whether he liked land or water; favorite color, y'a know, that kind of thing. This he responded to. As the days went on, we grew very close. Then, one day he asked me to marry him. He said that he was the sea god, Poseidon. So naturally, I accepted. I mean; who could say no to a god? But alas, as soon as I said yes, Artemis flew down, and cursed me for having a little fun. Now how fair is that I ask you? Anyway, now you know how I got my snakes. What? You want to hear my defense for turning all those so-called heros into statues? Well, it was in self-defense. What would you do if some stupid jock came busting down your door to "slay" you, just because you have snakes for hair and sometimes accidentally turned mortals to stone? Seriously though; I had nothing other than my hair and eyes to protect me. So I used them.